war

sitting in a wet muddy ditch
bombs going off screams at a high pitch
dead bodies are rotting
souldiers praying and sobbing
gunshots goin off bulletts flying by
souldiers prating "god dont let me die"
running tords the enimies gunfier
ducking under cover hopping i dont die here
running fast running far
trying to make it entell its dark
wondering if i will ever see my family agin
just then the sarge says were gonna win

the trences

standing in a hole filled with water
many men saying the just had a dougter
rotting bodies in the water
i have rench foot i need to see a docter
wating around trying to stay dry
sitting depressed from fellow souldures that died
put pallets down
now i can sleep sound
jumping up to the crack of gunfier
other men stumbilling to the gun supper tiered
the enemy stops shooting
now soulgers are routing